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Our tribute to the eighteen year old boys who were sent to Viet Nam
Was to be chill, chillin, and chillax’in as a tribute to those soon gone.
We were groov’n, and groovy, beatnik style, but we called ourselves hippie.
We were funky, groovy, and pretty nifty, copacetic, stoked, and thrifty.
Wearing our hip hugger bellbottoms, our flowered shirts and necklaces too.
Traveled the country in VWs, singing folk songs with a home fry or two.
The true hippies ran to Berkley when they left their parents’ crib.
Lucky to find shagged carpeting, pet rocks. Stoked with each other, glib.
Seventies amazing, pretty out-of-sight, our threads lasted night after night.
Fab time for us whether we were dorks, dudes, foxy mamas, putzes so bright.
Getting the low down was a bummer, but flower power was alive all summer.
Did not feel the need to rip anyone off, shared love with each newcomer.
Learned some stuff about ourselves in these days of lava lamp and Woodstock.
We could give each other skin, and keep on trucking, sharing a bong or a rock.
When boys returned from Viet Nam I am not sure they spoke the same way.
Many of the survivors put soldiers down which was an ignorant, mean play.
Fall's
palette
clothes summer
leaves with golden
hues. Melodic breeze
invites exquisitely
frocked foliage to a waltz.
Whirling and twirling, leaves dance in
the air, gradually drifting down...
down... down... carpeting the earth with beauty.
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for PD's #1's contest
Empty … eerie … bedroom
Wallpaper torn off … splotches revealed
Carpeting gone … floorboards rickety
Furniture removed ... yawning gaps
Empty ... eerie ... bedroom
Cold, austere ... no furniture
No blinds ... no curtains ... no drapes
Closets flung open ... no clothes ... no shoes
Empty ... eerie ... bedroom
No beds ... no bedding ... no pillows
No throw-rugs ... no desk or desk lamp
Bare... naked … uninviting
Empty... eerie ... bedroom
Smelling faintly of fumes
Paint fumes ... hardwood stain fumes
The room's occupants
Empty ... eerie ... bedroom
Too still ... too silent ... nothing stirs
An apartment-for-rent feel to it
Empty ... eerie ... bedroom ...
Crying for a human touch
When I see a snowflake close-up,
the real thing, not the hippie kind,
and stare at that branching pattern
it strikes a deep chord in my mind,
and when I see all that snow fall,
carpeting my grassy backyard,
forming that pure, unblemished sheet,
it does stir something in my heart.
Looks like it should be a still-life,
something preserved for all to see,
but I know that’s impossible,
and that such things never can be,
since I have to get firewood,
churn up that snow with my footprints,
and my kids will be out playing,
I could never take that from them,
even the local animals
will go scamper across the white,
the beauty only will exist
in my memories of this sight.
It makes it all seem so tragic,
losing something sublime and serene…
Frost once said, ‘Nothing gold can stay.’
I understand now what he means.
The mailer is telling you the story...
''Today in my huge mansion
There’s going to have a deep discussion
By Sir of South region
This note is to you, Lord Western''
"About what this is going to be, minion"
When I offer the note, asked Lord western
"I’m not sure, but about the prevailing situation
Many Lords are yet to invite, in addition"
We were messed up fully that day
Lords are meeting to save our day
Chefs in the kitchen are making, no stay
Maids are carpeting the guest on their way
They sat down around the table in hall
Lord western, eastern and more were in whole
We people were peeping and amazed so long
B’cause no one uttered a word at all
"Why is the lady of all north in her party frock
May be she had received the note on spot"
"What parties out there in these days of covid?"
That was a mumbling part of the servants’ dialogue
All of the Lords, wearing masks and shields
It seems like the worriers of the battle fields
Yeah of course, but there’s a difference indeed
We see the brave faces of worriers, but none of these
"Boys and girls and maids of the house
You can go and shut doors of the hall for now
My mailer, you take them away; and close the doors"
That was an order of my Lord, like a shot
"Yes, sir" said I, without any second of lateness
And then made others to move away from the master’s chamber
That’s when I heard the spoofy voice of Lady Northeness
“God..now I can feel the taste of festivity, without any awful diseases”
Líadan of the lonely and gloomy timbers,
Once more weeps for the once-adorning love.
Her gait gently glances at the creaking whimpers,
As she yearned for eternity at her failures above.
The strands of silk-riveting hair fall down her cheek,
Hanging above the cold, carpeting grass that laid.
Woods singing to her beside the carnage that speak
To a sad, composite soul that remains displayed.
How folly not to bring him delight,
Even though Heaven's dread feeds his sadness.
Through suffering and heaven's fight,
His affair is desired by my somber world of madness.
“My heart had ruptured,
and I was now desperate
and dying without him.”
The circadian rhythms of birth, death, and eternity,
Play on in the sunrise of time:
The dread of winter left you naked and bare;
Your bark skin, scale-like, and wrinkle knotted.
Then came the spring of life clothing you
With appetite foliage attracting nature's children
To your warm and nourishing bosom.
Now in the autumn of your life, you ape graying age
With rainbow-hued fronds hanging and dropping
Their Joseph Coat carpeting on Mother Earth's floor.
Creeping out from behind the clouds, old winter
Slowly reboard the cooling winds of change:
Firmly rooted, you proudly stand, arms swaying
To the circadian rhythms of the sunrise of time.
Every season I think is my favorite
until autumn comes painting the trees
oh Autumn you are such delight
carpeting forests with colored leaves
Oh clouds who the sun do hide
the wind move's your cotton puffs
these such times our cherished days
where the weather's goes turning rough
Fading are the days whose warmth
will emerge to the rising chills
and trees undress their lofty boughs
standing naked upon barren hills
the colors of the fields are fading
the sky dawns with a dusky hue
the fledgling rain in it's delivery
stays the grasses wet with it's dew
You've redressed the bounds and landscapes
and the sunsets have started to blush
birthing all the rhythms in nature
and of seasons transforming their flush
The sunlight's zenith will be shedding
exchanged for the blankets and veils
where the finery of your mountain valleys
wear ash gray along with your dales
The cauldron of life's ever stirring
expression is cooked on it's range
the shades of the paintings dynamic
and it's canvas always subject to change
Like spices you alter the flavors
of the years ever changing their gown
where the fare you serve on times table
finds the trail to joy you lead down
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2017 Poetry of Providence
C. Michael Miller
Ecc 3:1 For everything there is a season,
and a time for every matter under heaven:
Easter is upon us
My darling said to me
She keeps quizzing me for chocolate
I said just wait and see
I wonder what he got me
Maybe chocolate and some flowers
I'll be putty in his hands
Surrendering, as he devours
I need to do some shopping
For chocolates, champagne and roses
The latter will grace my darling
On our bed in delightful poses
I shall get myself prepared
For an Easter evening of romance
A shower and some fragrance
With a kissing cuddling dance
I hear the water running
As i step through the door
Rose petals on our bed
Also carpeting our floor
I feel my loves hands on me
As he joins me in the shower
Caressing as we wash
His manliness empowers
We dry each other down
To our bedroom we kiss and touch
Our bed a carpet of roses
We lie down in tender clutch
His hands in loving wander
My zones excite and please
Rose petals float down upon me
With chocolate, he's on his knees
I lean down and kiss my love
Her body chocolate blessed
Knowing of my sweetness
And my inner hungered zest
I guide my love to kiss me
And tell him to close his eyes
I take him on a chocolate journey
Where he finds, he'll be surprised
Our chocolate adventures over
To the shower we go again
When we head back to our bedroom
We start again with chilled champagne
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taking an early walk along the shore
awaiting for the royal entrance of the new day
through His Love Divine---
I hear the whisper of the cold and gentle wind into my ears saying:
the arrival of your majestic prince of the universe has now begun
excitements I feel deep down in my heart
giving a fleeting glimpse at the side of the ocean
there lies the long ranges of mountain-tops
seems as if they hide him from me
giving me suspense on his final exquisite appearance
as the ebbs move gracefully on their way back…
carpeting his path
waves all arise welcoming him with their loveliest prelude
the cold breeze gently wafts the perfumes as peaceful as they could
a scent of the blue ocean-potpourri
filling the air up to the clouds then down to my mood
as my prince finally ascends unto the clear sky
through his radiant rays he sends me right away his glowing smiles
descending his loving touch mellowed by God’s Loving Embraces
from my face creeping down to my whole being
all I feel is his warmth: an assurance that forever He cares
a very wonderful feeling I can’t explain
I close my eyes and raise my gentle face towards his rays
trying to absorb all the blessings and graces he brings
Oh, what a great and wonderful feeling!
keeping still my chin up on high
exposing to him my rosy cheeked face as I close my eyes
then I protrude my lips
As I want to finally feel my Prince Sun’s warmest kiss
a kiss of my Darling Sunshine
a sweet kiss of love
the greatest and eternal love
from up above
Feb. 9, 2013 2.30pm
Note:
I love sunshine! My father gave me a ring when I was still young engraved with words Darling Sunshine because according to him I was born during sunrise. I lost the ring when I was staying in a dormitory as a student.
Sixth Place
Contest: Verse Poems
Judged: 3/12/2013
Sponsor: Poet Nathan A
Third Place
Contest: A Kiss of Sunshine
Judged: 3/25/2013
Sponsor: Poet Gail Angel Doyle
First Place
Contest: In Honor of my Fave Poem
Judged: 4/11/2013
Sponsor: Poet Andrea Dietrich